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Updated: July 3, 2025
"Mistress Reicht," said Denys, with great dignity and ceremony, indeed so great as to verge on the absurd, "you are turned off. If on a slight acquaintance I might advise, I'd say, since you are a servant no more, be a mistress, a queen." "Easier said than done," replied Reicht bluntly. "Not a jot.
As Gerard came out of the house, his cheeks pale and his heart panting, he met Reicht Heynes: she had a message for him: Margaret Van Eyck desired to see him. He found the old lady seated grim as a judge. She wasted no time in preliminaries, but inquired coldly why he had not visited her of late: before he could answer, she said in a sarcastic tone, "I thought we had been friends, young sir."
In a room which had lately been all noise, not a sound was now to be heard but the narrator's voice. "Aweel, lasses, here are the three wee kists set, the lads are to chuse the ane that chuses reicht is to get Porsha, an' the lave to get the bag, and dee baitchelars Flucker Johnstone, you that's sae clever are ye for gowd, or siller, or leed?" 1st Fishwife. "Gowd for me!" 2d ditto.
"Les femmes sont tres braves avec le peur d'autrui." By this trait Gerard now profited. Margaret and Reicht were agreed that a man should always take the bull by the horns. Gerard's only course was to marry Margaret Brandt off-hand; the old people would come to after a while, the deed once done.
"Come out, hussy," she screamed to Reicht, "more in front of him, and keep the fool inspired and beautiful. Oh, why had I not this maniac for my good centurion? They went and brought me a brute with a low forehead and a shapeless beard."
Catherine stood and looked with utter amazement at this pantomime, and secretly resolved that her venerable hostess had been a disguised lunatic all this time, and was now busy throwing off the mask. As for Reicht, she was unhappy and cross.
Margaret read her friends: she saw the sturdy, faithful Frisian could hold her tongue, and Catherine could not. Yet I am not sure she would have trusted even Reicht had her nerve equalled her spirit; but with all her daring and resolution, she was a tender, timid woman, a little afraid of the dark, very afraid of being alone in it, and desperately afraid of wolves.
In a day or two the water will turn muddy: that is muck from the oil. Pour the dirty water carefully away and add fresh. When that is poured away, you will fancy the oil is clear. You're mistaken. Reicht, fetch me that!" Reicht brought a glass trough with a glass lid fitting tight. "When your oil has been washed in bottle, put it into this trough with water, and put the trough in the sun all day.
"Aweel, lassies, comes a letter to Bassanio; he reads it, and turns as pale as deeth." A Fishwife. "Gude help us." Christie. "Poorsha behooved to ken his grief, wha had a better reicht? 'Here's a letter, leddy, says he, 'the paper's the boedy of my freend, like, and every word in it a gaping wound." A Fisherman. "Maircy on us." Christie. "Lad, it was fra puir Antonio, ye mind o' him, Lasses.
But ten times liever would I be Reicht Heynes with nought but the leagues atw'een me and all my kith, than be as she is i' the midst of them that ought to warm to her, and yet to fare as lonesome as I." "Alack, Reicht, I did go but yestreen, and had gone before, but one plaguy thing or t'other did still come and hinder me." "Mistress, did aught hinder ye to eat your dinner any one of those days?
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